The perks of being a wallflower: Letter to charlie/ book review
April 11, 2015
Dear Charlie,
I'm writing to you beacuse I think you are the only one who will understand me right now. I thank you for all of your letters. I thank you alot. I thank you of thinking me as that person who didn't try to sleep with that person at that party even though I could have.
It was so nice reading your letters. You shared evrything me. That's so sweet. I loved reading your letters. Through them I got to know about you. You. A wallflower. Me. A wallflower. Through all these letters I saw you. I heard you. I saw you have friends. I saw you falling in love. I saw you reading. I saw you crying. I know about your first kiss. I know about you. I saw you grow.
Even though, I've never met you guys but I hope that everything's fine. I hope that you are happy with your friends, with your family and with your Love. I hope that Sam is happy. I hope that Patrick is happy, too. I hope your sister's happy with his boyfriend. I hope your brother is doing good with his football. I hope that Mary Elizabeth, Peter, Craig, Bill and his girl friend, Bob...all are happy.
I remember everything about you, your first drive, your first girlfrind, you first kiss, your mix-tape, that poem, those books, those songs. Everything. And I wish for you to write me again. It's been very long. I keep re-reading your last letter, hoping that you will write again. But I sure can understand that you are trying to "participate". I'm really happy for you.
I just want you to know that through these leeters you let me into your head, into your heart, into your soul. And I'm very grateful for that. Charlie, you taught me great lessons, to which, I'll stick around for the rest of my life. "We accept the love we think we deserve", this is what I learned. I learned that if someones likes me they need to like the real me. You helped me to understand the beauty of thoughts, generousity of Love and warmth of friendship. You made me appreciate books, music and poetry and how they can really affect lives. I hope that someday you can be honest with your feelings and be who want to be. I hope I can meet you someday. I hope I can meet Sam and Patrick someday. And I hope someday we all will drive through that tunnel so that I can feel infinite. Thanks for being wonderfully charlie-esque.
I'm writing to you beacuse I think you are the only one who will understand me right now. I thank you for all of your letters. I thank you alot. I thank you of thinking me as that person who didn't try to sleep with that person at that party even though I could have.
It was so nice reading your letters. You shared evrything me. That's so sweet. I loved reading your letters. Through them I got to know about you. You. A wallflower. Me. A wallflower. Through all these letters I saw you. I heard you. I saw you have friends. I saw you falling in love. I saw you reading. I saw you crying. I know about your first kiss. I know about you. I saw you grow.
Even though, I've never met you guys but I hope that everything's fine. I hope that you are happy with your friends, with your family and with your Love. I hope that Sam is happy. I hope that Patrick is happy, too. I hope your sister's happy with his boyfriend. I hope your brother is doing good with his football. I hope that Mary Elizabeth, Peter, Craig, Bill and his girl friend, Bob...all are happy.
I remember everything about you, your first drive, your first girlfrind, you first kiss, your mix-tape, that poem, those books, those songs. Everything. And I wish for you to write me again. It's been very long. I keep re-reading your last letter, hoping that you will write again. But I sure can understand that you are trying to "participate". I'm really happy for you.
I just want you to know that through these leeters you let me into your head, into your heart, into your soul. And I'm very grateful for that. Charlie, you taught me great lessons, to which, I'll stick around for the rest of my life. "We accept the love we think we deserve", this is what I learned. I learned that if someones likes me they need to like the real me. You helped me to understand the beauty of thoughts, generousity of Love and warmth of friendship. You made me appreciate books, music and poetry and how they can really affect lives. I hope that someday you can be honest with your feelings and be who want to be. I hope I can meet you someday. I hope I can meet Sam and Patrick someday. And I hope someday we all will drive through that tunnel so that I can feel infinite. Thanks for being wonderfully charlie-esque.
Love always,
your friend
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